I took my phone and wrote to mistress - " Yoru slaveboy is standing outside" .. not more then a few second later her answer came - " get into the door...and follow the instructions" I entered my mistresses apartment through her main door.. a small piece of paper told me to crawl into the livingroom , take off all clothes except the thong and then kneel at the spot she arranged facing her bedroom door.. i took of my jacket and shoes and started to crawl into the living room. in there i removed. Frieda informed her this outfit was custom made for her since as it needed to fit perfect, and after the show it would be hers for free if it sold as expected.Jill’s long hair was braided tightly around a leather strap into a ponytail. Her hands were then cuffed the hanging chains, as Frieda knew she enjoyed being helpless while being dressed. The kelly green rubber body suit was brought out to be put onto her.She saw it was made of thin rubber with a zipper up the back of the body. These extra shifts help a lot if I ever want to move away from that shithole I currently have.”“What’s wrong with it?”“Not much. Except the fact that you don’t want to be with the women you could take there.”“Yeah, I know that neighborhood.”Funny. I had never told him where I lived. Still, I decided not to notice.“Yeah - you probably know that I need to stay under the radar?”“George mentioned something, yes.”“You have a problem with that?”I did my best to look worried, and I could almost see. Acceptable? Who is it supposed to be acceptable to? Who would know but us? Just Jordan and I.But would he want to do something like fool around with his sister? His pretty sister with the 34-B cup boobs. He is a boy and we all know what that means. Anything with boobs is of great interest. He's probably just as horny as I am. I know he doesn't have a girlfriend and really hasn't even hung around with any girls, well, since being naked with my best friend.Okay, if I do this, how do I see if he's.
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